CHAPTER 231: CHAPTER 231: IF I CAN’T FOOL THEM, I’LL JUST SLIP AWAY

Envious, jealous, and resentful, yet unable to do anything about it, Sheng Qingyan watched as Ji You leisurely and satisfyingly finished eating the huge double-yolked egg. Honestly, once this natural food is ingested, it brings a refreshing sensation to the body, especially to the spiritual power—it’s like parched flowers and plants being suddenly doused with a basin of cool water, instantly spreading their branches and leaves...

Having finished this natural food breakfast, the Six Strands of Spiritual Silk that originally lay lazily inside the Spiritual World, occasionally flicking their tails, began to liven up with Ji You’s meal.

By the time Ji You finished eating, Second, Third, and Sixth had already begun chasing each other in playful games. Boss, being the most robust one, acted too dignified to join in. Old Five? Compared to the others, Old Five was still the weakest strand, spending most of its time resting and recuperating, thus lacking the energy to join in the fun.

Fourth?

Coiled into a small ring atop Old Five’s head, Fourth suddenly felt Ji You’s gaze. It immediately hopped down and circled around Ji You, flicking its tail excessively obsequious: [Master! Master! Master! Fourth is being a well-behaved Silk today...]

Ji You: "..."

You, well-behaved?

Are you illiterate, not knowing how to write the word ’well-behaved’?

But while Ji You thought this, they didn’t say it out loud. As a skinflint—no! A good Master who knows how to encourage their Sisi, Ji You wouldn’t put them down. So, nodding, they said, "Fourth, you’re a clever Silk, I have high hopes for you, and I hope you continue to perform well."

Fourth: [Don’t worry, Master! Fourth will behave well.]

As soon as Ji You spoke up, it immediately drew the attention of the other Silks. They glanced at Fourth and cursed inwardly: Slippery Silk Fourth, always the first to spot the Master’s presence.

The other five Silks quickly surrounded Ji You, outdoing each other to act cute and seek favor.

Ji You gave each of them encouragement, and the Silks were all overjoyed, pumped up as if injected with chicken blood, declaring they’d work hard for their Master.

Pleased and proud of the positive effect their few words had caused, Ji You was very happy.

At that moment—

Old Five, who was known for being the honest Silk, asked innocently: [Master, Master, Master, when can we have milk tea again?]

Ji You’s face darkened instantly.

5,000 credit points for a cup, you think it’s as simple as drinking low-level nutrition anytime you want?

Old Five persisted: [Master! Master! Master! When?]

Looking up at the ceiling, Ji You said, "The weather is nice today. You guys go play by yourselves; I, as your Master, am very busy. I’ve got things to handle. If I don’t work hard, how am I supposed to afford to feed you all? You all know how much you can eat, right? I can’t delay anymore, I need to work hard, earn money, and provide for the family."

Ji You left them with that and immediately ran off.

The Six Strands: [But today is clearly overcast.]

Also—

Feels like the Master left in quite a hurry and fluster.

With Sheng Qingyan around, Ji You naturally hitched a ride and arrived at the Combat Department’s training room together. As they approached the entrance, Ji You strode confidently inside, but after a few steps, realized Sheng Qingyan hadn’t followed.

Ji You turned back in surprise: "You’re not thinking of skipping class, are you?"

Caught out, Sheng Qingyan’s face flashed with annoyed embarrassment as she retorted indignantly: "So what if I want to skip class? I think about skipping class every single second of the twenty-four hours in a day, what’s it to you?"

Ji You: "..."

Ji You was floored.

As much as Ji You was impressed, they certainly wouldn’t stoop to the same level. In fact, Ji You loved studying, had a passion for learning. Thus, without hesitation, Ji You stepped into the training room.

Sheng Qingyan sat by the door, her face colored with the despair of constipation, seriously pondering the feasibility of skipping class, when suddenly—a leg stretched out from behind her and kicked her in the butt.

Sheng Qingyan, who tumbled into the training room in a doggy pile, stood up cursing: "Who was it? Who was it? Who was it? Who dares to kick me?"

Mu Jianling, with her hands behind her back, sauntered in: "I’m the one who’s blind."

Sheng Qingyan was choked with anger.

Mu Jianling raised her eyebrows and asked, "Any other complaints?"

Sheng Qingyan’s lips wriggled for a moment. He had originally intended to swallow his anger, but upon seeing Teacher Mu Jianling’s detestable demeanor, he suddenly plucked up countless ounces of courage and blurted, "Teacher, how can you kick someone? What did they do wrong that you should kick them? Teacher, are you even being reasonable?"

Three questions in a row, each more piercing than the last.

For a moment, the students in the training room, including Ji You, all looked at Sheng Qingyan with the eyes reserved for warriors.

Mu Jianling slightly squinted her eyes and then suddenly raised her hand, extending one finger, saying, "One, because I feel like it."

Then she extended a second finger, saying, "Two, you were in the way."

Finally, she extended a third finger and declared, "Three, I don’t reason."

All the students around, Sheng Qingyan included, just stared at Teacher Mu Jianling as she uttered these shameless, domineering, and completely unreasonable words. Then, all the students cowered, no longer daring to grumble in front of Mu Jianling.

Didn’t you hear?

Teacher Mu Jianling admitted it herself, she doesn’t use reason.

Arguing logic with an unreasonable and willful teacher is just masochistic, isn’t it?

That’s it.

Sheng Qingyan, dispirited, listlessly shrank to one side.

Mu Jianling stood on the platform, her authoritative gaze silently sweeping over everyone, and suddenly said, "You losers, you seem a bit timid today."

All the losers: "..."

Mu Jianling spoke again: "I’m very unhappy, as your teacher."

All the losers: "..."

What can we do if you’re not happy?

Mu Jianling glanced around once more, then suddenly curled her lips and said, "Let me teach you a lesson, don’t peeve your teacher. When the teacher is unhappy, it’s you little losers who’ll suffer."

All the losers: "..."

You speak such nonsense, but we still dare not refute.

Mu Jianling announced, "From today on, the teaching regulations need to change. Today I will select 100 people for special training. As for those losers not picked, your training tasks remain the same."

Upon hearing this,

everyone was shocked.

Yue Qiguang was the first to raise his hand and ask, "Teacher, what kind of special training is it?"

Upon hearing the question, Mu Jianling gave him a glance: "Ask that question if you make the list." Implicitly implying that Yue Qiguang might not even make the list?

How could that be possible?

Yue Qiguang was the first to object, he leapt up and protested, "Teacher, please don’t insult me! You can insult me personally, but you must never insult my strength."

Hearing this, Mu Jianling coolly arched her eyebrow: "Oh? But I seem to want to insult both you and your strength."

Yue Qiguang: "..."